Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2003 00:02:43 EDT
From: DEANECHRIS@aol.com
Subject: Magician's Assostant - Friends & Lovers 1
Magician's Assistant - Friends & Lovers 1
By Deane Christopher
Edited by Steve Zink
Copyrighted 2002
Preface
Magician's Assistant - Friends & Lovers takes place in the Magatrix
the Magnificent Universe, which was first introduced in my serialized
seven-part story, Magician's Assistant. The premise upon which both that
story and this story are based revolves around the fact that Magatrix the
Magnificent has been reprimanded by the ethics review board of the
Magician's Guild, and thereby constrained from continuing to use handsome
young males as her stage assistants. Due to a little known codicil buried
deep within the guild's arcane bylaws, should a performing member elect to
avail themselves of a stage assistant or assistants, said stage
assistant(s) must be: one, young; two, beautiful; and three, female.
Outraged by the ruling of her guild's review board, Magatrix elects to
adhere to the letter of the Magician Guild's bylaws, while sidestepping its
spirit. Magatrix the Magnificent, via the use of real magic, has elected
to sidestep the spirit of the outdated codicil by asking for male
volunteers from the audience to come up and join her on stage, whereupon
she magically transforms the unsuspecting gentlemen into her lovely female
stage assistants.
Normally, Magatrix restores these magically feminized volunteer
assistants of hers to their former manly physiques at the completion of her
act. However, for reasons known only to herself, upon occasion, Magatrix
sometimes elects to maintain her assistants in their feminine personas for
the remainder of the evening, and at times, well into the fullness of the
night. Generally, when Magatrix selects this expanded stint as a female
option of hers, she modifies her sexual transmogrification spell in such a
way as to cause the transsexualized young gentleman to automatically regain
his manhood at the dawning of the following day.
Generally, when Magatrix chooses to expand one of her volunteer
assistant's tenure as a bona fide member of the opposite sex, she further
modifies her transsexualization spell to include some very powerful
subliminal inducements that tend to function much the way posthypnotic
suggestions might. Magatrix does this in order to make it easier for the
sexually transmogrified male to continue to function as the woman he has
been turned into by drastically downplaying, or completely eliminating the
ignominy factor involved in operating for a time as a woman. For instance,
Magatrix usually continues to negate the residual and telltale awkwardness
that would normally beset most men ensconced in a well-endowed woman's
body. She achieves this by incorporating several magical subroutines
within her expanded spell in order to compensate for the marked shift in
weight distribution. That, in turn, directly impacts on the sexually
transmogrified individual's new center of gravity, thereby making it easy
for her sexually transmogrified assistants to maneuver about in a pair of
stiletto heels.
Since Magatrix the Magnificent's magic act has not substantially
altered from that which was described in my previous story, Magician's
Assistant 1: The Performance, I have elected to begin Magician's Assistant
- Friends & Lovers shortly after Magatrix has brought her evening's
performance to its conclusion. In other words, the foremost male
protagonist of this story, one Michael Gerlach, begins this story as the
woman Magatrix has turned him into earlier in the evening. However, for
those who might be interested in reading (or possibly rereading) a
description of Magatrix's magical act, in which the initial
transsexualization of birthday boy Jeff Gibson takes place, I encourage
them to read Magician's Assistant 1: The Performance, which can be accessed
elsewhere on this site.
Chapter 1
"John!" Mike gingerly intoned.
"Yes?"
"I need you to do me a big favor."
"Sure. Shoot."
"When this dance is over, please, whatever you do, don't let go of
my hand."
Taken aback by his friend's unexpected request, John Larsen
quizzically responded, "How come?"
Sounding as if she were on the verge of becoming distraught, the
sexually transmogrified Mike Gerlach breathlessly gasped, "Because, John,
if you let go of my hand, the way Magatrix has this little sexual
switcheroo of mine rigged, my mind will revert to being as manly as it
always was!"
"And, that poses a problem for you?"
"Yes!" Mike frantically snapped. "It sure as hell does!"
As his mind began to grapple with the implications of what Mike had
just said, John thoughtfully mused, "Oh! So, I take it what you're saying
is that you're starting to get into the hang of this being a girl
business?"
Mike, unable to adequately come to terms with her own feelings on
the matter, indignantly snapped, "Yes! No! Maybe! Damn it all to hell
and back! That's the problem! I just don't know how I feel right now!"
"But, I take it that you want to find out, don't you, old buddy,
old pal? In other words, there's a big part of you that wants nothing more
than to experiment around a little with what it's like to be a girl while
you have the chance? That's to say that now that you've got it, there's a
part of you that would like to flaunt it for the remainder of the evening?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Mike responded with the desperate intonations
of a very emotion-laden whimper. "Actually, to be totally honest with you,
I have to say that there is a big part of me that wants to find out what
it's like to be a girl in the worst friggin' way imaginable! And that's
exactly why I don't want the two of us to break contact when this dance is
over. Because if we do, the way Magatrix has this whole bloody mell of a
hess of hers rigged, once I get a couple of feet away from you, my mind
will quickly revert to being a man's mind!"
Seeking clarification, John felt compelled to ask, "So, what you're
saying is that you want me to maintain contact with you in order to spare
you all the ignominy involved when you revert back to thinking like your
old manly self?"
Though flustered, Mike was emphatic, "No! That's not it at all!
You simply don't understand! Trust me! Ignominy has nothing whatsoever to
do with it! Look! I don't know how she did it, but whatever Magatrix did
when she turned me into her lovely assistant, she must have done something
to either nullify, or completely eradicate, the ignominy factor involved in
my being a guy trussed up in a girl's body!"
With a chuckle infesting his voice, John endeavored to get in a
cheap shot at his friend's expense. "And, may I say, for the record, as a
girl you, my friend, are an uncontested knockout! And, I'm not shitin'
you, pal! On a scale of one to ten, you rate right in as a solid twelve!"
Then, having hastily reevaluated his previous statement, John
blurted, "No! Forget that shit! You're so far beyond a paltry twelve it
isn't funny!"
Feeling immensely flattered by her friend's backhanded compliment,
Mike could not help but blush as she drolly replied, "Yeah... and I bet you
lay that line on all the girls, who are really guys, that you've had an
occasion to dance with. But, seriously, getting back to what I was saying,
though you'd think that I would have a hard way to go making the transition
from thinking like a girl to thinking like a guy and vice versa, the truth
of the matter is, I don't. I really don't."
"You don't?" John's skepticism was clearly conveyed.
"No, I don't. I really, truly don't. I mean, you'd think the
transition from one mindset to the other would throw me for a loop, but for
some reason or another, it doesn't phase me in the least little bit. If it
did, I'd be so embarrassed by all the contradictions I'd be dealing with
that I seriously doubt that I'd be able to live with myself!"
"And, why is that?"
"Well, let's just say that some of the things that I've been
thinking about while my mind's in sync with this scintillating new body of
mine wouldn't sit at all well with what would, under other circumstances,
be that manly attuned mind of mine. I mean, I know without the shadow of a
doubt that my male ego couldn't been to cope with some of the girlish
thoughts that I've been entertaining were it not for the fact that Magatrix
made it easy for me to make the necessary mental adjustments."
Intrigued, John urged, "Could you perhaps give me a for-instance?"
Sheepishly, with a degree of trepidation clearly conveyed in that
sultry and ever so sexy voice of hers, Mike endeavored to explain the
situation as she perceived it. "Well, for starters, ask yourself this
question. Would I be dancing with you right now if I still possessed my
normal manly mindset?"
"No... I guess when you put it like that, I have to admit that it
doesn't seem likely..."
"Look, you and I have known one another since we were kids!
Meaning, you know fully well that as a guy, I'm as heterosexual as
heterosexual can be, right?"
"Yeah... sure? So, what's your point?"
"My point is that the way Magatrix has this temporary girlhood of
mine rigged, whenever I'm in physical contact with a guy, like you and I
are now, this old mind of mine is infused with what I can only term as an
all encompassing feminine mindset. Hell, John, it even gets more
diabolical than that! You see, pal, I have come to realize that the same
rules seem to come into play damn near every time I come into close
proximity with what might be termed a guy's sphere of influence; you know,
as in up close and personal, so as to be almost intimate. That's to say
that you and I could be sitting right next to one another, and it doesn't
seem to affect me one iota. That's to say that my mind would be as manly
as it ever was. However, should you lean in close to whisper in my ear, or
something of that nature, I'd end up feeling all giddy and girlish."
"So, tell me. What - exactly! - does all that mean?"
"That means, I go from being a heterosexual guy to being a
heterosexual girl whenever I get up close and personal with a guy."
"Oh, so what you're saying is, as it stands right this instant,
girls don't have the same affect on your libido as they normally do?"
"That's correct. However, if I were to break contact with you, and
start to head back to the table where the rest of the gang is sitting, I
wouldn't get two steps away from you before I'd start liking girls again!
That's to say that I'm only a silly step and a half away from becoming a
certified lesbian."
"Wow!" John chuckled. "Now, that is interesting!"
"Yeah... I guess in a manner of speaking, you could say that it's
kind of interesting, interesting and to a degree, a little confusing and, I
guess you could also say, more than a little bit perverted."
"Yes..." John readily agreed. "I can see how it would be. So,
tell me, Mikey, of all the girls that are here tonight, when you're not
thinking like a girl, is there any particular girl here that you'd like to
have a lesbian tryst with?"
"Well, though you'd better not tell Kathy, I have to admit that
I've seen a couple of girls here that I could really enjoy getting it on
with."
"Like who, for instance?"
"Like... say that sassy brunette over there."
Seeking clarification, John asked, "Are you referring to the one
with the big tits who is advertising her charms in that sexy pink dress, or
are you referring to that hot little number in the black leather halter top
and skin tight pants?"
"Actually, now that you mention it, I think I could go for either
one of them."
"You could, could you?"
"Oh, yeah! Both look as if they'd be a lot of fun in the sack."
"Hmmm... You know something, kiddo! I do believe a reassessment
is in order."
"A reassessment of what?" Mike dutifully demanded.
"Of your gender affiliation, you know, when that lecherous male
mind of yours is on hiatus, lost somewhere within the magical realm of
Magatrix's Feminine Zone."
"John! Just what in the world are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about how you, as the feminine thinking women that you
claim to be at the moment, seem to like girls a whole hell of a lot more
then you claim to like them."
"So, what - exactly! - are you implying with that remark?" Mike
pointedly asked.
"Nothing to get those nice new titties of yours in an uproar about,
kiddo! All I'm saying is, I don't think that as the feminine thinking
woman you claim to be at the moment, you're as heterosexual as you think
you are."
"And, why would you say such a thing as that?"
"Because, Mikey, though you might tell me that I'm full of crap,
and don't know my ass from a hole in the ground, I do believe that you
might be more of a bisexual than anything else as it stands right now."
Though Mike's initial reaction was to pooh-pooh her friend's
assertion out of hand, she quickly reexamined her feelings, and found that
John might have discerned something that she may not have taken into
consideration. "Okay! Maybe you're right! Maybe, as a woman who happens
to think like a woman for the here and now of it, were you to stretch the
point a bit, I'll have to concede that you might be able to classify me as
being a bisexual. However, I've got a little confession to make that might
help to clarify a few things."
"Okay!" replied John. "You've got my undivided attention. So, go
ahead! Confess away!"
"Right now, with you holding me in your arms like you are, I can
state rather emphatically that I'm more inclined to fantasize about being
with a guy than a girl."
"Oh, you do, do you?"
"Oh, yeah! Make no never mind about it, given my present mindset,
I would rather be with a guy, over a girl, any day of the week."
"Okay! I'll bite! Of all the swinging dicks that are here
tonight, tell me which of them tickles that rather transitory feminine
fancy of yours?"
"Well, though I can't believe that I'm actually saying something
like this, I've got to admit that right at this moment, I find myself
sexually attracted to a guy I've been friends with for years."
"Yeah! Right!" John laughed, rejecting Mike's assertion out of
hand. "Come on, pal! Let's get real here!"
"John!" Mike earnestly intoned. "I'm not kidding! Look! I know
this sounds crazy, but I wouldn't be averse were you to you plant a wet one
on me right about now."
"You wouldn't?" John countered in disbelief.
"No, John, I really wouldn't. Fact is, I'd really like it if you
would, if, that is, you wouldn't mind."
"Mind? Believe me, kiddo, I wouldn't mind at all! Truth be told,
Mikey, I've been busting a gut to lock lips with the new you ever since
Magatrix brought you back to the table with her."
"Then, why the hell haven't you?"
"Well, I didn't because I didn't want to do anything that might
upset you."
"Hey, I appreciate that, John. I really do. But, do you want to
hear something that's really ironic? Right now, knowing that I only have
what's left of tonight to find out what being a girl is all about, I'd be
upset if you didn't kiss me."
"You're serious about this, aren't you, Mikey?"
"You're damn straight I am!"
"You really want me to kiss you?"
"Yes! I want you to kiss me in the worst way imaginable! However,
if you're going to do it, you'd better get your ass in gear and do it
quickly. I mean, if the two of us keep jabbering away like we've been,
this dance is going to be over, and you will have missed your window of
opportunity to swap spit with the sexiest girl you've ever had the good
fortune to dance with."
"All right then, little Miss Egotistical! Pucker up! Prepare
yourself to be kissed like you've never been kissed before," John quipped,
as he hesitantly brought his lips to bear on those ever so kissable lips of
his magically feminized friend.
Though John had been more than a little braggadocios about his
prowess as a true lover of women over the years, as far as Mike was
concerned, his friend proved true to his word. What started out as a
somewhat tentative and awkward meeting of their lips, quickly evolved into
the primordial passions of a mutual enjoyable French Kiss.
"Oh, my God!" a sexually charged Mike gasped as their lips
reluctantly parted. "That was wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"
Unsure as to how to proceed, John awkwardly responded with what he
believed to be the obligatory question. "So, I take it you liked it,
then?"
"Liked it? I loved it! I absolutely loved it! In fact, I loved
it so much that I want you to kiss me just like that again and again and
again!"
"But, what about our dates, Mikey? I mean, while you might like me
kissing you, and while I might really enjoy the hell out of kissing you, I
seriously doubt that they are going to like it if the two of us keep
playing a game of kissie-face while we're out here on the dance floor
together."
Though Mike very much wanted to just say, "Screw 'em!" she
repressed the urge and contritely replied, "As much as I hate to say this,
you're right. I really don't think that our kissing one another as
passionately as we just were would sit to well with either one of them.
While Kathy might cut me some slack under the circumstances, it's a safe
bet that Ellen won't be anywhere near as understanding where you're
concerned."
"You've got that right! She wouldn't be the least little bit
understanding at all!"
Contritely, Mike conceded, "So, even though I'd love for you to
kiss me like that again, I think it's probably for the best if you didn't."
"On second thought, kiddo, I'm not so sure we need concern
ourselves over much about how our ladies feel about us kissing," John
smirked.
"What do you mean?" It was Mike's turn to be inquisitive.
"Well, I just glanced over at the table, and guess who's kissing
who!"
"Nooo..." Mike responded in disbelief. "You're not seriously
suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"I most certainly am, good buddy! Your Kathy and my Ellen seem to
have suddenly formed a mutual attraction for one another that goes way
beyond the platonic."
"You're shittin' me, right?"
"No way, man! I'm telling you the God's honest truth! Our dates
are sitting at the table, and they sure as hell look to me to be making
out! Look! If you don't believe me, why don't you take a look for
yourself!"
Mike did as John had suggested, and to her surprise, John was
right. Kathy and Ellen were sitting at the table, going at it hot and
heavy. "I do believe that Magatrix had a hand in this."
"And, what leads you to that conclusion, kiddo?"
"Well, when I looked over at our table, Magatrix caught my eye.
She then smiled, and winked. Then, just to make doubly sure I understood
that she had interceded on our behalf, she gave me a thumbs-up. That's to
say that I truly believe that Magatrix was trying to let me know that she
had the situation well in hand, and that we needn't concern ourselves about
our dates, owing to the fact that they are rather preoccupied at the
moment."
"Oh! Well, I must say that if that's what Magatrix did, it was
mighty nice of her," John said as he proceeded to once again engage his
ultra feminized friend in another mutually satisfying and libido torquing
French Kiss.
"John," Mike coquettishly purred, "you're getting horny, aren't
you?"
"No way, man!" There was a hint of vehement denial clearly
conveyed in John's retort.
"Okay!" Mike gleefully teased. "So, you're not horny! So, tell me
something. If you're not horny, how come you're getting a hard-on? And,
could it be that I'm the one responsible for giving you one?"
John tensed as he defensively charged, "Yeah! So, what? What's
the big deal about me and my getting a hard-on? I mean, what are you
trying to do, Mikey? Make a Federal Case out of it?"
"No! I'm not trying to do anything of the sort! Truth be told, I
find it all very charming, charming and extremely flattering."
It was John's turn to sound thoughtful, "Oh, you do, do you?"
"To be sure! I most certainly do! Fact is, it makes me a little
giddy to think that I can actually turn a guy on," Mike said as she
forcibly thrust her pelvic region up against John's blood engorged shaft,
and proceeded on to provocatively shimmy up and down a few times in order
to drive the point home.
"Hey!" John vehemently complained. "Would you please stop that?"
"Why? Don't you like the way it feels when I do that?"
"Of course I like the way it feels! It's just..."
"It's just what?" Mike coyly prompted, as she ever so seductively
repeated the bump and grin motion of her lower abdomen thrust up against
the very visible bulge in her best friend's pants.
"It's just that you and I are friends."
"Yes..." Mike replied dreamily as she nuzzled John's ear. "And, if
you play your cards right, who knows! You and I could even be better
friends before this night is over."
"Mikey!" John frantically clamored. "You're starting to worry me a
little here, pal. I mean, you are just playing this girl for the night
thing of yours out to the hilt, aren't you? I mean, this little Miss Dick
Teaser the Nymphomaniac routine of yours is just an act, right? I mean,
you're not really seriously coming on to me, are you?"
"Kiss me again, and I might just tell you," Mike playfully taunted.
"I don't think that another kiss is such a good idea right now,
kiddo."
"Well, I do! So, come on, old buddy, old pal! Lay a big wet one
on me, and there's a reasonably good chance that I might tell you anything
you want to know."
Consumed as he was by the heat of his own passions, John threw
caution to the wind, and did as his childhood friend requested.
"Oh, my! That was nice..." Mike seductively gasped. "Now, be a
real pal, and take your right hand, and use it to fondle my ass."
Alarmed, John exclaimed, "You want me to do what?
"You heard me, John! I want you to run your hand down my back,
place it on my ass, and give this nice new tushie of mine a little lover's
squeeze."
Vehemently registering a complaint, John harshly countered, "Mikey!
This whole femininity thing of yours is starting to get completely out of
hand!"
"Hand! What a novel idea! I'm ever so glad you thought of it!"
Mikey wickedly exclaimed, as she took her left hand out from behind John's
back and deftly inserted it between their pressed together loins. Then,
having positioned her hand on the lowest extent of her buddy's crotch,
Mike, acting like a brazen hussy, began to slowly draw her hand upwards,
allowing those wickedly manicured fingernails of hers to teasingly caress
the mound of material that shrouded and defined John's manhood. As she did
so, Mikey coyly cooed, "Okay, if it's hand you want, then it's a hand
you'll get..."
"Mikey! Please! You don't know what you're doing to me!"
"I couldn't disagree more. You see, John, I know fully well what
I'm doing. May I remind you, only two short hours ago I had a reasonable
facsimile of that manly shaft of yours, you know, the very same one that's
champing at the bit to do a little spelunking in this nifty new hidey hole
of mine."
"You're not seriously suggesting that the two of us fool around?"
Nuzzling John's neck, Mike playfully cooed, "Fool around... Now,
that's a novel idea! Gee, I wonder why I didn't think of it? Yeah, now
that you mentioned it, I think it would be kind of nifty were you to make
love to me. Hey! Who knows! I might even be able to pick up a few
pointers that I can use on Kathy while we're at it."
"Mikey!" John stammered. "Even if I wanted to - which, God knows,
there's a big part of me that does! - I really don't think it's such a good
idea."
Inserting her tongue in her buddy's ear, Mikey gave it a swirl, and
then, seductively whispered, "Well, I do. Truth is, I think it's a great
idea! Besides, John, now that I think of it, you owe me!"
"For what?"
"For setting you up with Ellen."
"Okay! You're right! I guess I do owe you one for that one. But,
come own, Mikey! Let's get real here! You're asking me to do something
that I really shouldn't ought to be doing!"
"And, why's that?"
"Because!"
"Because, why?" Mike eagerly pleaded with that ever so sultry voice
of hers.
"Because, we're friends!"
"Right! And, that's all the more reason for the two of us to do
it!"
"Huh?" John was clearly befuddled with his friend's illogical
reply.
"Look, John! I've got just this one night to find out what sex is
like from a girl's point of view, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let
this golden opportunity slip by me without taking full advantage of it.
Now that I've had a little taste of what it's like to be a girl, I find
that I really want to know what's it's like to be multi-orgasmic! I want
to feel what it's like to have a guy's pecker up inside me, you know,
instead of the other way around! For once in my life, I want to become a
pillow eater! I want to scream and buck and squirm! I want to know what
it's like to be a woman, and if that makes me a brazen hussy, then so be
it! I'm a brazen hussy! Now, while it's true that I can always play a
game of stink-finger with myself, I can't achieve what I want to achieve
all by my lonesome. In other words, John, I need a man to make love to me!
And, with all my heart, I want - No! Make that need! - you to be that man!
So, please! Do me a favor! Make love to me tonight! Take me somewhere,
and ravish me up one side and down the other! Remember, John, to
paraphrase a familiar saying, friends don't let friends come alone!"
"Well, I must say that I never heard it put quite like that before.
So, tell me, Mikey, where in the hell did you come up with that one?"
"Hey! What can I say? Since I only have until the sun rises
tomorrow morning, I don't have a lot of time to spare if I'm going to find
out what being a girl is all about. In other words, I'm a little desperate
right now! So, I guess you could say that I sort of came up with it on the
spot!"
"Like hell! For my money, you pulled that one out of your ass,
kiddo!"
"Okay! You won't get any argument out of me on that one! If you
say that I pulled it out of my ass, then guess what, you win! I pulled it
out of my ass! Okay! Now that that's settled, instead of pulling
something out of my ass, how about you do me a big favor and consent to
taking that gross little gnarled up 'thingie' of yours, and sliding it up
inside this ever so snug new little you-know-what of mine?"
"Little!" John replied in a huff. "I'll have you know that my
pecker makes that one of yours look like a pint sized piker."
"Hey! Tell you what, pal, how 'bout letting me be the judge of
that?"
"My, my! Do I detect a little problem going on out here between
the two of you?" Magatrix gleefully snickered, as she stepped up and gently
placed a comforting hand on each of their shoulders.
In a knee-jerk reaction, John stammered, "Well... I... A...
We... A..."
"Oh, yeah!" Mike, with her voice taking on the icy edge of
agitation, harshly proclaimed. "There's a problem, all right! John here
doesn't seem to want to play a game of hide the salami with me! I mean, I
made it perfectly clear to him that I want him to make love to me tonight,
but does he want to make love to me? Nooo..."
"Hey! Wait just a second here!" John irately registered a
complaint. "I never once said that I didn't want to make love to you!"
"Oh! So, what you're saying is, you do want to make love to me?"
Mike, in an all out effort on her part to persuade her friend,
sarcastically sought clarification.
"Yes! I mean, I do! I really, really do! But, then again, I
don't, you know, because we're friends, and it wouldn't be right for me to
take advantage of you, you know, given what's going on with you right now!"
"Oh!" Mike responded tenderly as she enfolded her friend's hands in
those ever so dainty and dexterous hands hers. "I think I understand
perfectly. What you're so lamely trying to say is, you would be more than
happy to make love to me were I really the girl that I appear to be.
That's to say that your reluctance to fool around with me stems out of the
fact that we're pals. And, the last thing in the world that you want to do
is to do something that might jeopardize our friendship. In other words,
John, you're afraid that were we to make love tonight, we'd both regret it
in the morning. We'd both feel all icky about what we did. You're afraid
that we'd end up not only hating ourselves, but one another as well, and
due to that, we'd never want to see, or associate with each other ever
again, right?"
"Yeah..." John sheepish replied. "I guess that pretty much sums up
how I'm feeling right now."
"Yeah..." Mike said as she gave each one of her friend's hands a
reassuring squeeze. "And, believe me when I say this. I completely
understand why you feel the way you do. Hell, John! I have pretty much
the same sort of concerns about us going to bed together as you do! And,
you've got to believe me! The last thing I ever want to do is to mess up
this friendship of ours! But, that's not going to happen, John! And, do
you know why that's not going to happen? We're simply not going to let it
happen!"
"Excuse me!" Magatrix managed to inject herself back into the
conversation. "If the two of you will allow me to get a word in edgewise,
I think I'll be able to ease your minds. First off, John, Mike is right
when she said that the two of you aren't going to allow whatever might, or
might not occur this evening to come between the two of you. Furthermore,
just to set your minds at ease, I personally guarantee that your friendship
will remain intact no matter what the two of you decide."
John was incredulous. "Oh! So, you're going to personally
guarantee that we won't live to regret it if the two of us should decide to
fool around tonight!"
"Yes," Magatrix benignly countered.
"And, just how the hell are you going to guarantee that?" John
curtly demanded.
Unfazed by John's argumentative tone of voice, Magatrix responded
by sarcastically saying, "May I remind you, kind sir, 'twas I who changed
your friend here into this beguiling young lady, who, it appears, wishes
nothing more than to enlist your help in what promises to be the mutually
pleasurable pursuit of getting that new hide-de-hole of hers properly
reamed out. Now, if I can manage something such as stupendous as turning a
guy into a gal, don't you think it's reasonable to assume that I am fully
capable of ensuring that the two of you will respect yourselves in the
morning?"
"Well..." assailed by Magatrix's logical argument, John began to
equivocate.
"Please, John!" with that new vagina of hers beginning to leak
love-juices like a sieve, Mike eagerly implored. "Come on! You know she's
right! You know if she can turn me into a girl, it stands to reason that
she can make it so that neither one of us will feel guilty... or
ashamed... or whatever... of doing something that we both really want to
do!"
"Yeah..." John teetered on the brink of indecision. "I guess maybe
she can, at that..."
"There is no 'maybes' about it, John," Magatrix chimed in.
"Believe me, I can do what I just said I could do. I can make it possible
for the two of you to make love tonight without all the emotional baggage
that you fear you might accrue. Trust me, John! The only way you are
going to regret anything about this evening is if you don't do as your
friend asks. Mike desperately wants to find out what it's like to be a
woman, and she needs your help to do so. So, come on, John! Be a buddy!
Be a pal! Stuff all those silly ass apprehensions of yours, and for once
in your life, do the manly thing! Screw your old pal here, and be done
with it, okay? Besides, the crazy thing about all of this is, when push
comes to shove, it's what you really what do, now isn't it?"
"Yes!" John grudgingly replied. "Yes, I guess I sort of want to,
at that..."
"So, what are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?" Magatrix
whimsically chuckled, as a gold embossed envelope magically appeared in her
right hand. "Well, here you go then! Oh, and I should make mention of the
fact that contained within this envelope, you'll find a key to my hotel
suite, which, I might add, just happens to be located just across the
street from this club. My suite is on the topmost floor, which, if my
recollection serves me, is the tenth floor. Use any one the lobby
elevators and when the doors open, turn right and proceed down the hallway
until you reach 1042. Now, when you enter the sitting room, there's a
bedroom to the left and another to the right. Use the one to your right.
I'm in the one on the left. Oh, and just so the two of you know, each
bedroom has its own bathroom, so you won't have to worry about running into
me. However, should you need me, please feel free to knock. I promise, I
won't bite or turn you into a frog or anything..."
"Um... I have a question, which, I guess you could say is more in
the way of a concern than a question," John hesitantly stammered.
"Okay. Sure, shoot," Magatrix urged.
"What I'm concerned about is what happens if Mikey and I become
separated. Will he all of a sudden lose the intimacy that keeps that dirty
old male mind of his thinking like a female? I mean, let's say that one or
the other of us has to go to the bathroom. My question is, do we have to
go in together in order to maintain the intimacy factor that we've got
going now?"
"No." Magatrix smiled as she replied. "But, I must say that
that's very astute of you to be thinking along those lines, John. Oddly
enough, a lot of the people that I have made this sort of offer to in the
past are so caught up in the heat of the moment that they forget to ask me
that particular question. But, to ease your concerns, as of this moment,
I've fixed it so that Mike, or Mikey as you've been referring to her, is
all girl, and so she will remain until the sun rises tomorrow. However,
when the sun does rise tomorrow, the enchantment that I have enveloped her
within will time-out, and your Mikey will magically revert to being the man
she was born to be. In other words, John, should you wish to be spared the
embarrassment of waking up in the morning in the same bed with another guy,
I would strongly advise that you beat feet long before our lovely little
Cinderella here changes back into a hairy chested Cinderfellow. All right?
"Okay! That pretty much covers all the essentials. The hotel's
right across the street. You've got the key. The suite's number's on it.
Remember, your bedroom is the one the right. So, go enjoy yourselves! Oh,
and if you're worried about your dates - don't! Right now they are far too
engrossed in other matters to give any thought as to what the two of you
are doing..."